Saturday and I come over to your house
On the bed and now we get your records out
I want to kiss you, falling to my knees
Your mother kicks the door
And says I have to leave
And I won’t quite, no I won’t quit
Well I won’t quit, get started
On the bed and now we’re rolling to the floor
Take the chair and push it up against the door
The radio can play a few degrees past ten
We shut your mom’s voice out and
Start to kiss again
And I won’t quit, no I won’t quit
Well I won’t quit, get started
Saturday and I come over to your house
On the bed and now we get your records out
Your mother’s screaming out into the street
Wait till your dad gets home
Cause then I’ll have to leave